Why letters?

Back then

My friends and I were in different sections. No WhatsApp. No Instagram. No "last seen".

So we created our own delivery network. Fold a letter. Give it to a friend. They give it to another. Somehow, it reaches the right classroom.

The funny part?

I still have some of those letters.

Every now and then, I open one, and suddenly I'm sitting in that classroom again. Same uniforms, same desks, same friends... and yes, the same terrible handwriting.

I honestly don't remember what I texted someone last Tuesday. But I remember those letters.

Maybe that's why this project became so personal.

Today, we have everything

We have every possible way to communicate. We can message anyone in seconds. Bas type karo aur send. But somehow, I feel we've become faster at sending messages than expressing what's actually in our hearts.

And I think that's what we've lost.

What I believe

I think some words deserve more than a notification. They deserve paper. They deserve to be opened slowly. They deserve to sit in a drawer and be found again years later.

When an order comes in, I remember that it's never just an order. It's someone's apology. Their gratitude. Their love. Or a memory they're holding onto.

That's what this is about.